Dreamer

The purple streams give way to green and gold waterfalls
which turn into mist and clouds over oqua rocks
And it all waffs and billows through
upside down trees and red thunder grass
Till everything melts and dribles
upwards towards the stars, painting them all colors
blue black berry colored birds wing over the sky
and someone says your name, softly, quietly
like the billowing breeze running through water
far in the distant, and echo of whats coming
Till you walk through towering buildings
flashing flowers and trees and smily faces
And the city itself seems to know you,
every one knows you, and you know them
And as in Oz were with green glasses
All you see is green, so in this city
You see smiles only, and happiness.
And you wondered what everything looks like
What could be hidden behind the colored lense?
Nothing is ever as it seems.
And as the dream turns towards the dark road
nightmarish shapes which edge in on your mind
And as you start to see the under world
You wake to the dark earily morning
And smell the city, grim and dirt
feel the night time hiding unknow horrors
which might reside outside your window.
You stare at the dark ceiling and wish for
The purple streams, blue trees, billowing mist
green and gold waterfalls and colored glasses